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• Artiste: Crooked Fingers
• Titre: Luisa's Bones
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We came by the rising of the river on a river with no name in the summer monsoon rain to wash away Luisa's bones from the ghost that guards her grave. She lays by the ride of fire and emeralds in a house with cast iron gates, and underneath red candles wait for her killers to come home and for her to find revenge today. She runs far and wide on these hills they have mind. Copper, steel, iron ore. Fifty years maybe more. Searching in the light, One half century of wives, You can see on the horizon She is soon going home. You take the road I'll take the river You bring the fire I'll bring the jewels And in the evening underneath the roaring sky We will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon And we will wait to the rising of the river When the summer monsoon rain Comes to wash the old rings Past the beach into the ocean For to carry us away Setting free Luisa's bones from The ghost that guards her grave.